The green portal hung in the air like an unstable wound, casting a faint glow. As the applause died down, a tall, slender figure radiating inhuman elegance and ancient grandeur stepped out from behind it.
His entire body was made of some kind of dark living metal, its lines smooth and cold. His face was a seamless curved surface, save for a pair of emerald-like eyes that glimmered with unsettling intelligence. As he stood there, it was as though part of the room's light and sound had been drawn into him, leaving behind an eerie sense of stillness.
"Another soul from the Narrator Plane," the metallic being said. His voice possessed a precisely tuned, inhuman pleasantness, yet carried an ancient chill. "How very interesting." His gem-like green eyes settled on Zhou Beichen as if admiring a rare exhibit that had just entered the collection.
Zhou Beichen's heart was still pounding wildly, but after the initial shock, a reckless calm rose within him instead.
He recognized this guy—the Infinite One, the great museum collector, the galactic thief, Trazyn.
Trazyn seemed wholly unconcerned by the storm raging within Zhou Beichen and continued in a casual tone. "Coming to the Warhammer Universe has been difficult, hasn't it? Chaotic, dangerous, filled with violence and madness devoid of any aesthetic merit. How about becoming a curator at my Solemnace Museum? Excellent benefits. Social insurance and housing fund, food and lodging included, plus year-end and attendance bonuses. Salary raises every six months depending on performance. Interested?"
Zhou Beichen's mouth twitched as he forced out a few words. "Uh, no thanks."
"The Warhammer Universe is very dangerous..." Trazyn "reminded" him in an operatic tone.
"I know," Zhou Beichen replied dryly.
Trazyn tilted his smooth metal head, and the light in his emerald eyes flickered, as if conducting